Carcassonne is a walled fortified city (another
World Heritage Site) built along the southern frontier of the French kingdom in
the 12th century, although parts of the existing fortifications were
built by the Romans 1000 years before that.
Perched atop a hill and visible for miles in all directions, the fortress
is a quintessential fairytale castle - the kind of castle that every kid imagines
and tries to build on the beach. After
centuries of disuse, the French government was planning to demolish it, but some
forward-thinking citizens fought to save it and in 1853, the castle was restored
by architect Eugène Viollet-le-Duc, who also did the restoration of Notre Dame
cathedral in Paris.
Inside the walls, most of the old cité caters
to tourism, the unfortunate but inevitable consequence of a World Heritage Site
designation. Still, it’s a very charming
old town and after strolling the outer ramparts, climbing castle towers and
visiting the keep, we found a restaurant serving some basic regional fare and
enjoyed an affordable 3-course lunch (cassoulet for Meg and me, savoury ham,
egg and cheese crepes for Eva and Sarah).
| Eva demonstrates the wind strength on ramparts |
On our drive back to Mauvezin, the skies
opened (again) and the torrential rain continued through the night. We’ve all decided that this cold miserable
weather for our final few days is really a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to
leave this place.
| Sweet tooth heaven |
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